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Kitchen floor gut

Added 2024-05-03 03:32:39 +0000 UTC

I'm obsessed with so much to do with my fattening journey... one thing that drives me so wild is the feeling of my belly in my lap. My fellow fatties know what I mean, but for those without a gut, let me try to describe. If you're fat too, please chime in in the comments to help me describe this luscious feeling to our slim friends.

So for me, it's like... this feeling of utter excess. Excess in a way that's deliciously wrong. Especially having been lean all my life prior to gaining, part of my brain still does default to thinking of a stomach as something that's supposed to be flat. Just flat. Firm. Like a wall. A wall just... is. It just sits there. Doesn't do much, doesn't feel like much. Doesn't particularly spark any intense feelings. And yes, even after all this time of gaining weight, part of me still thinks of stomachs that way, mine included.

So for it to not just push out, not just wobble, not just sag, but rest... oh my god. For it to fall over my waistband and settle in my lap, GOD it's delicious, it's wrong, it's absolutely filthy hot. It's not a wall anymore, it doesn't just sit there flat. It's a draping hang of warm, heavy, tender dough, and now it needs to be managed. If it isn't resting the way I like it, I might have to lift it and help it settle in my lap a bit more comfortably. The double-touch sensation of things that aren't really meant to touch. Especially as an ex-fit guy, a lap full of my own trembling blubber just makes brain go brrrr 🥵😫